Mixed salad of non-dd

This entry is just about some minor things, as we are in a good place in general, but seriously, most of what I wanted to write about, has disappeared from my brain. I have thought about writing about sex, but at the moment this is absolutely no topic for me. Don't get me wrong there, I still enjoy reading about hot scenes, but I don't imagine myself in them or let them work their magic in other ways. I simply can't. It seems I have reached the other side of hormonal ups and downs. Not the most interesting of places, but quite good to help preserve some energy, because if I was only half as active as I was during my pregnancy, I'd collaps. From today's point of view there are two questions that I have: 1. How did I do that for months and felt tired but awesome? 2. How could hubby possibly have survived this? Hmmm, maybe that explains a few of his more religious outbursts á la 'Oh God'.

Mathilda-news

There have been lots of small baby-things going on here since Tilda's arrival. Well, everything about them is big for me, because I am a first-timer to them. For example Tilda's first bath. Ok, it is three weeks ago by now, and the first time I was not all alone with her, instead Mathilda had her first bath when my midwife was here too, so that she could give me instructions where necessary. All went smoothly and my midwife had a good laugh at me (not the first time), because when I used baby oil for Tilda's skin I couldn't stop breathing her in. I love that too much, I am a complete baby smell addict (some might know that from previous entries).

Apart from that, some of the big news (my rose-coloured glasses point of view speaking!) are that our little one is looking at us. And she talks. Not ten languages yet, but it is more than grunting or snoring. She is cooing a lot. This is absolutely cute to listen to. She also moves her head to see where sounds come from. I don't believe she can see much yet, though. Nevertheless, mommy is pretty active talking, singing and keeping body-contact. Yes, and dancing too. Mathilda got more dances to see within the last three weeks than hubby throughout this year! ... Maybe it is because I do not change hubby's diaper that often? (I am not sure if I want hubby to read this one)

Tilda's navel has healed well, obviously, and I have heard that some parents keep the last dried bit of umbilical cord. ... I wouldn't want to do that. When it fell off, hubby and I thought that it is just another sign that Tilda is doing fine, but nothing to become too nostalgic about. I mean, what would we do with it anyway? Give it to Mathilda at her 18th birthday? 'Here sweetie, the first body part of yours that fell off, isn't it cute'? Hmmm, she might find out early enough that her parents are not like Joe and Jane Lunchbucket, without adding more clues, so, no, thanks.

The slow return of body issues? - Not yet

Now and then I look in the mirror and see too much belly, what a surprise. I still look pregnant, but slowly I can also see that the belly becomes less. It takes longer than I wish it would, but then again, I am not really tearing my hair out about it. Maybe I am relaxed because there is progress. It is slow, but visible (even though I am eating early pre-Christmas biscuits, but skip most of the chocolate for a reason).

The only (slight) worry is that my bum might be the place where one or two or ten pounds will stay longest. Not (!) forever, though (I hope).

And the good news concerning body issues is that I am not scared about my weight. It still goes down. Slowly, but downwards and this is pretty cool because I don't have to diet or do anything for it (I know that I should do more than Kegels, though). I just try to eat healthy and non-gassy, because Tilda would tell me off the same night (and this could easily mean the whole night! Adios Don Sleepo) if I ate the wrong things.

There is one trap that I almost seriously fell into, though. Naturally, Tilda is nursed at night too, and I really had difficulties at stopping myself from having a midnight snack when she had one. Imagine what would happen if you did that every night.... . So, I stuck to a glass of water and did not give in. Water at night creates its own kind of troubles, though. 

I wish everybody a great second half of the week!